Fynn simply shrugs his shoulders. "Think nothing of it." He replies with a grin before settling on the bench next to him. It's not exactly cold out but sitting out here for too long would give anyone the chills. That's why Fynn has that signature blue jacket on that Jirou gave him. It's just a damn shame it still appears gray.

For awhile Fynn doesn't say anything. He's listening to the quite ambience of the city, his mind currently free from any thought until Togusa speaks. "Yea, I hear you loud and clear already." Fynn whispers as he rests his chin within his hand. "How can you protect them all when you're a victim yourself, right?" He peeks over at Togusa for a minute before sipping at his coffee.

"That's a tough one to answer, honest. I've been stewing about that too." Fynn hasn't been able to find the answer yet either.